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Tag Archives: Poetry
Where is He?
On the day I landed on Asteroid B-9 and wandered around for a short eternity without a sighting, I asked the Silence if it had said seen the Little Prince to which the Silence responded not at all. The Little … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged asteroid, badlands, bisti badlands, desert, John Biscello, Literary, little prince, Poetry, wandering
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Map
Mapping the bluest eye through a cave-dwelling perspective alighted.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged badlands, bisti badlands, cave, dwelling, John Biscello, Light, map, Poetry
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Shudder
Bracing the slide angle, where powerlessness begets a rim, a fingerhold at best. We play on, ordering encrypted light on dark notes, braving blights and chronic fade, we bless, jointly, by shudder and pale, with gospel caulking the sudden seams.
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Tagged brave, dark, fade, gospel, inspiration, John Biscello, Light, Literary, mortality, Poetry, prayer
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Eden
It was no longer Eden, but the bones of Eden. They looked around, they glummed and chimped, they moped and wondered. Then what they did, ably penitent, refugees in their own backyard, they screwed to no avail. They screwed and … Continue reading
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Tagged desert, eden, Erotica, John Biscello, Literary, lost highway, Poetry, sex, spirituality
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Deluge
It is both pleasure, and an epitaph to pleasure, at the same time. When the phenomena occurs and the colors run and slash and slit down upon me in ravels of deluge. Spring-green, shell-pink, sky-blue, bled-red, egg-heaven, grief-yellow. I, a … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged abstract, Abstract Expressionism, art, colors, epitaph, Jackson Pollock, John Biscello, Poetry
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Irregular Haiku for Presidential Timbre (Or, Damn It Feels Good to be a Tone Deaf Gangsta)
His foot in his mouth, hand speaking in Pig Latin- Rab’em gay bitee ussy-pay.
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Tagged foot, gangsta, haiku, hand, John Biscello, Poetry, politics, presidential election, Trump
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Plaything
Wafting from afar, the intimate rumor of a divine toy, a cryptic plaything, implications in tow. A tonic and pacifier of blank rages; buoy and anti-freeze to sudden plunges into sub-zero climate. These conditions cannot be bested, but they can … Continue reading
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Tagged epitaph, John Biscello, Literary, plaything, Poetry, toy
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Corset
In a vain attempt, she corseted herself in green wind and cellophane, votive to a thin whip of air. As she lay there, colors emptying to gray, before the round voices and fast hands came, she fell in and saw … Continue reading
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Tagged epitaph, fable, fiction, inner child, John Biscello, knife, mask, Poetry
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Bellwether
Lidless, the fluent graze of dispersive light, Braille for the heart by which to envision, or, how a river of eyes, vim and bellwethered, cite Forgiveness to tow the pending divide.
Fret
Incite, the heraldic crash of the ocean’s champagne fete, or, how the waves, lattice and white-maned, sire the sea’s cadent fret.
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Tagged John Biscello, Literary, ocean, Poetry, sea, waves
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